Chapter
11
Will
I Miss You Forever?
It was several
days later. Hermione had successfully avoided Draco and the other Slytherins.
But unfortunately,
one afternoon, while Hermione was researching the Salem witch trails in
a
corner of
the library, Draco approached her. As she saw him, she quickly looked for
a way
to escape
having to talk to him. There was none. She was trapped. As he stepped towards
her, Hermione's
eyes burned with anger.
"What.do.you.want?" Each word was forced and full of venom.
"Hermione,
I..." Draco placed his hands on her shoulders. Trembling with anger, Hermione
glared at
him.
"Do not touch me. You have no right."
"But I..."
"Do not talk to me ever again!" Hermione yelled.
"The truth is..."
"No! Let me
go!" Hermione struggled out of his firm hold and slapped him hard across
the
face. A red
mark quickly appeared on Draco's cheek, and he raised his cold hand to
somewhat
lessen the
sting. Most of the pain though, was in his heart. Lowering his eyes, he
struggled to
breathe. Through
a blur of hot tears, he saw a blur of black robes and brown hair rushing
away
from him.
There was nothing left for him. His parents didn't care about him, apart
from the fact
his father
wanted him to become a death eater. His friends only pretended to care
because of
his social
status.
And now he
had lost Hermione. He felt sorry for all those times he had laughed at
her, made
her cry, made
her feel less than she should. She was his goddess on a pedestal, and then
he'd
gone and believed
that twit Pansy Parkinson when she said she needed help with her
homework.
It was common knowledge that Pansy was after him like crazy. Draco sank
to
his knees
in the corner of the library and let the tears come.
*
Hermione ran
up several flights of stairs and almost shouted the password at the Fat
Lady.
After peeling
off her robes, Hermione went into the shower. Turning on the hot water
to full,
she scrubbed
her arms hard, as if the soap and scalding water could wash away the anger
in her. As
her fury faded away, it was replaced by a dull ache in her heart. Hermione
began
crying as
the realisation came that this ache was the result of her longing for Draco.
It was
tearing her
apart. She scolded herself for feeling this way about someone who had betrayed
her so badly.
He'd taken her heart and torn it into a billion little shreds.
Raising her
fingers to her lips, she remembered the kisses they'd shared, the poetry
they so
passionately
loved, and the insecure boy under the cold exterior. Hermione slid down
against
the wall of
the shower and curled into a ball. All her grief and loneliness came pouring
out
through heaving,
uncontrolled sobs.
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